Melancholia of The Drunk

Who remembers this phrase,? *”fanya haraka, mamangu anakuja. ..”* (be quick, my mom is coming?) I do. I remember. Do not judge me. I knew no better. I remember the plain fields. The clouds at that time; sometimes they got orange like a fiery ball. We thought God was burning sinners. I remember the evenings,… Read more

For those who missed Christmas, and boxing day. Those who certainly missed my birthday. This is for you. Those whom we wished to be here but never was. Those who begun January, and never made it to December. This is for you. I’d love to tell you, that Christmas came and went. In an instant,… Read more

The only time that I got afraid was when I asked your Mom to marry me. She never said YES! But that doesn’t explain why you grew up without a father. I never met your Mom in the fanciest of places. It was never in a restaurant. It wasn’t during one cold Evening in some… Read more

She found hope in the lies. It was her only abode. The only truth she believed in. So when she got to know the truth she was adamant to believe it. She called them lies. She screamed “stop, stop, stop” She wanted to hear none of it. She blurted out amidst her tears, thumping on… Read more

As I stood there, waiting to take her hand, I calculated the possibilities of a dream coming true. As she walked towards me, eyes glowing, with a perfect radiant smile knitted on the sleeves of her face, the world stood profoundly and held their chins, with awe laced on the creases of their eyes, her… Read more